An original poem about how law enforcement can now just grab you from anywhere without any justification.
Snatched up handcuffed
put in the back of a police car,
taken immediately to the station
not letting anyone now where you are.
“Hey Mr. Policeman
when do I get to make my call?”
“After you’re booked in
if you get one at all”.
“That would be kidnapping
I’m willing to bet”,
“You really think we care
or haven’t you realized that yet”.
So understand this
that at the drop of a hat
Mr. Policeman can snatch you from anywhere…
and you’d be legally kidnapped.
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